Dreaming Under Different Stars
I am back in London. Washed out light on a dragon breath morning. A quarrelling parliament of geese on the canal. Cold rain washing the face.
Given the problems I had with flying – blood, pain and inappropriate unconsciousness – I cannot return to Australia for a few months. My heart is back in blue haze mountains, Balmain’s Royal Oak Hotel and skies intent on mimicking the opening sequence of The Simpsons. The best part of me is dreaming under different stars.
English Dreaming, English Rain needs plenty of backfilling. There are tales of songlines, red dirt and hallucinating dinosaurs on the Pacific Highway to be told. However, there are also magazine articles, proposals and a book my editor needs yesterday to be written. Entries may be sporadic and hidden away in months already gone, but they will happen. It is just right now, the words I need to write are destined for elsewhere.
Given the problems I had with flying – blood, pain and inappropriate unconsciousness – I cannot return to Australia for a few months. My heart is back in blue haze mountains, Balmain’s Royal Oak Hotel and skies intent on mimicking the opening sequence of The Simpsons. The best part of me is dreaming under different stars.
English Dreaming, English Rain needs plenty of backfilling. There are tales of songlines, red dirt and hallucinating dinosaurs on the Pacific Highway to be told. However, there are also magazine articles, proposals and a book my editor needs yesterday to be written. Entries may be sporadic and hidden away in months already gone, but they will happen. It is just right now, the words I need to write are destined for elsewhere.
Labels: Australia, Backfilling
posted by David at 8:03 AM
9 Comments:
We will wait David. Your words are always interesting.
I don't know if the comment I just sent went out, so I will try to replicate.
I am glad you are back in London and that all of that flying is over with.
I for some reason thought that you moved to Australia, but it seems you did not, just there on business it seems.
So have at it with your writing and hoping that you will spend your time for respite here on your blog letting us know how you are doing.
Hope your Nana is well.
Z – Thank you. Far too kind, but thank you.
GM – It was a research trip. As a result, I now know which bits I am capable of living in (in terms of Sydney I loved Balmain, could handle Glebe or Leichhardt; further out I loved Austinmer on the coast and several spots in the Blue Mountains). This blog always has offered respite and I will try to keep it up even during the madness of deadlines.
Glad you are well recovered. Thank you so much for the postcard. It meant much to me.
Welcome back, and just in time for the biggest flurry of snow in London this winter!
Glad you are back, glad you survived. May your moments of unconsciousness be more appropriate now. ;-)
After all the travel and travails it won't matter much if yer writing be aimed at us or at yer publisher. Dem words just gotta flow and Me gonna come back to read 'em.
STOMP.
Welcome back David! I am glad you are back in one piece, after the blood and mental sweat on the plane.
I can't wait to read your impressions. I mean, I CAN wait, of course, but I can't, if you know what I mean...
The way you say this is lovely, "The best part of me is dreaming under different stars." I'm glad you can say that after the struggle to get there (and back). All the best to you and yours. Some of us are on a respite schedule, one way or another. But always checking in...
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